...Immortality," and Shelley's mournful " Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odd's, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they...quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped I'or the beloved's bed ; And so tliy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itaell' shall slumber on."...

...the memory, — Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they <|iticken. Eose-leaves, y ? Was it the squire for killing of his game ? or...for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer mad slumber on. WHERE music dwells Lingering, and wandering on, as loath to die, Like thoughts whose very...

...e'er cling to child, He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest, and last Of his name ! TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. TO Wist eyes were dim with tears unshed ; Yes, I was firm — thus wert not thou;— • My baffled...

...actions, the most simple or profound of their lives, stir up the beautiful lines of Shelley — " Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; Odours,...violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken." * Walter Boycl was born at Moffat between 1750 and 1760. He died about 1842, having been MP for Shal'tesbury...

...fleas, and so 'ail infinity/m.' Fielder. MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; Colours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber o;i....

...violets sicken, H « Live within the sense they quicken ; H Ed * Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead, I Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. wonder. Beaumont and Fletcher never wrote anything of the kind more [This song, says Leigh...

...December and no May, But bears its blossom into Winter's clime. Thomas Hood. LOVES THOUGHTS. MUsic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Percy Bysshe Shelley. LOVES EMBLEMS. Now the lusty Spring is seen ; Golden yellow, gaudy...

...Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave A lake's blue chasm. TO MUstc, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. TIME. UNFATHOMABLE Sea ! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe...

...examples of his lyrical genius. Of Shelley and of his poetry it may be said in his own words : — Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on....

...boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Arc heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber...